This is not a love poem

The shift of morning into day
With the burst of the morning sun
I envision your face. It is your presence
the smell of you in my clothes/on my skin
giving me the desire to see you again

But then I hear your voice and my pulse grows strong
I know a feeling like this can never be wrong
I pour out my words in my poems for you to read
Because in my life, maybe you are to be
But THIS IS NOT A LOVE POEM.

When you’re not around that is your essence
You are breath taking in mere words
You’re some one special and most preferred
I can’t resist you, because you’re so appealing
But THIS IS NOT A LOVE POEM.
But a attempt to let you know I’m willing
:love: